Exotic Trips

A Maserati

Get money fuck hoes, sell bows this shit a hobby

I got your bitch in the room, 20 hoes in the lobby

I'm in that trackhawk goin fast, Ricky and Bobby

All these **** hate bandgang cause we popped em prolly

Po a six of red up, I turn right into a zombie

I could up 60 racks, I'm not even being cocky

They like wood, what's the word? Why you always talking choppy?

Cause my passenger a bad bitch, I think her name was Bonnie

Last time we hit the club, bro caught something, a body

This new shit a turn six to nine, shotty

Finna spin, should call the striker Meg, it's a hottie

This icy-ass watch Balboa cause it's Rocky ****

We be chopping down bows, don't know shit about karate

Ain't nobody seen a thing, all our memories is foggy

I'm eatin A5 wagyu, I'm sipping on some sake

Eyes crying, going fast as hell on a Kawasaki

See I'm a different **** when I'm pissed off

Let the K rip off

A **** touch me, he dying, I'm fentanyl

These size eight, you in a size six, I don't fit y'all

Wrong move, get his ass twisted like criss-cross

It's me & wood, you know this shit raw bitch we big dogs

We sell em by the hundreds ****, what you call getting off?

This TRX sounding like a plane, finna lift off

My favorite opp died, Goddamn ima miss dog

Ima miss dog

Way she sucking it, I can't be pissed off

If I'm lyin bout havin pape, then u could cut my wrist off

I don't give a fuck about the tab, bring me crystal

I don't like the way bro is looking, set the lick dog

Ayy, we the real deal

I'm getting money, why you crying over spilled milk?

My mans bought a GT3, I took it for a quick thrill

I gave this bitch a plan B, now what you call a chill pill hoe